I was hunting deer in west Texas, and was sitting on the edge of a stock tank, waiting for sundown, when a flock of geese flew over. I was enjoying watching them cross at about 40 or 50yds up, when all of a sudden I discovered that they all apparently decided that stock tank was a good spot to relieve themselves. It was a veritable sh**-storm. All I could do was hunker down, covering my head with my arms and wait it out.
My only "injury" was a splatter on my gunstock.
I always felt that if I got to the point where I thought it was time to bury my firearms, it was actually time to pick them up..